People are odd. They hold so much power. And yet they let their limbs and lips wreak havoc with instigation rooted in detachment. Every action steeps so deep into life’s veins. How can people be so separate from their actions? Who takes accountability anymore? Without a literal or metaphorical gun to their head? Taking accountability seems like taking a gun to your own head and pulling the trigger. Which is promoted as worse than someone else pulling the trigger. In a world of pain, accountability is deserving of exile. Akin to shunning the different in the olden days to keep communities “Pure”. I think we should be able to make mistakes. I feel we should be able to do wrong and come forth with love and acts of reparation. If I’ve ever hurt anyone I would hope that one day they could tell me why and I would be given the space to properly apologize and fix any negativity I’ve caused. Because I believe doing right should be rooted in love, and not rooted in only doing so as an avoidance of abandonment. Doing right should never be done as a reaction to fear. Love isn’t love if it’s conditional. Our world is very scared. It’s so tiring to cower. People forget that even involuntary actions take energy. I guess that’s proof of their ignorance to the power they hold. Everything is carved into the veins of our shared worldly love. Everything. Know your worth. And move with respect to yourself and others. To know yourself is to know everything. Star boom. Fish fry crackling on a warm Sunday afternoon. The freshly mown grass is looming a scent of green intent into the air. Always lead with love.